I'm still alive-ish. Been sickly for about a month or so. I've been hooked on those short, choppy sentences for some reason, although I prefer the senteces that seem to drag on forever, guess I'm just trying to force something into this blank space. I'm broke & owe people money & stuff.

I'm heading down a lonely highway. I'm running down a one-way street. I wanna know: Are You Going My Way? Is there some place quiet where we can meet? And friends they come, and friends they go, but you were always by my side. And where it all ends, I don't know. Don't Cry No More, Just Hold On Tight. There was a time when I was desperate, living ( Read more... )

Southern discomfort, baby.

I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror, worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer.

From the heaven I've had to the hell I've been through -
Happy birthday, don't kill me.

Monday night - Wednesday afternoon turned into a random beach trip. Tiger Army & Social Distortion @ the House of Blues. Tara, JoMo, and I left Roanoke around 1, got there around 5:30. Sat around the hotel all day Tuesday, minus a mini-beach wandering trip. The Explosion opened the show. They weren't all that bad, I guess? Tiger Army played ( Read more... )

Wake up to the sunlight, shake off last night, check what's left and try to get the rest right.

It ain't out there, it's in there. It's in the mirror, behind the breast, under the hair.

The past few days have been: sitting around, watching movie, having mood swings, & seeing people I haven't seen much of recently.

Nights like last night make me wish I didn't leave my house.
Unita hairy taco.

We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.

You thought I was only joking

When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my lungs

At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.

No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.

I love giving but I'm bad at receiving ( Read more... )

noise and booze and everyone knows each other - a collective community of miscreants. the beauty not in the passion, as expected, but in the carefree nature of the environment. home tired and leaving.

these are all lies.